YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re invited to a dinnerA banquet for ghostsYouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re their special guestDonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t worry theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re most gracious hostsWhen you see the invitation you think itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a jokeBut I assure you itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s most definitely notSo dress up nice and donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t be late And donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t forget to bring the invite you got

You arrive at the placeItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s oddly familiar, like youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve been there beforeYou walk up to the houseAnd knock on the doorYou hesitate to enter When the door opens with a creakBut against your better judgmentYou step forward and take a peak

What you see is surprisingSomething youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d never guessYou give a chuckle there just normal peopleSigh, youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re a little disappointed you confessYou think for a minuteWondering if this is a trickYour presence is detectedA woman in red steps over quick

She introduces herself as the hostessAnd welcomes you inYouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re the last guest to arriveNow dinner can beginYou sit down at the tableTodayÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s menu is pheasantYouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re hungry so you take a biteAnd find that itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s quite pleasant

All of a sudden you start to feel sickAnd donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t want to be here anymoreYour vision goes blackAnd you collapse to the floorYou awaken with a joltAbove you faces loomYou sit yourself upAnd have an odd sense of doom

When you get to your feet you feel light headed The people around you start to moanYou realize that they are slightly translucent In fear you let out a groanYou hear a wicked laughYou turn and see the hostess in red Looking down at the floor You realize youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re dead

At your feet lies your bodyUnmoving and cold like iceYou ate the food of the dead And must pay the priceA ghost youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve becomeYou cry out in fearYouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re trapped for eternityTo stay in this house here

You're a great friend but if the zombies chase us i'm tripping youWhen witches go riding,and black cats are seen,the moon laughs and whispers,Ã¢â‚¬Ëœtis near Halloween.

I like this a lot i love reading other's poetry as well as writing .. this was very intertaining all the way to the end

Last night 'twas witching Hallowe'enDearest; an apple russet- brownI pared, and thrice above my crownWhirled the long skin; they watched in keen;I flung it far; they laughed and cried me shameDearest, there lay the letter of your name!